Everything you see in that video is what they do. They bark and bustle around like sentient mops. And they get lots of diarrhea and eye infections. I had to help take care of around 25 or so in a mansion located off some highway in Virginia. It was insanely stupid! To be fair, they were cute. And they liked to get picked up and groomed and such. But it was the most demeaning job ever. The owner of the place was some portly old busy-body who used to be a concert pianist until he broke his hand. From then on, he lurked about the mansion inspecting his dogs, reprimanding me for not cleaning Princess Graham Cracker's ass efficiently enough. A lot of poo got buried in their bums. I'm thinking about it right now. Are you?
The wife of the once-proud concert pianist was (is? These people could all be dead as far as I know) the heiress of a huge beer company -- one of the big ones we all know, but I can't remember which -- and she was a raving lunatic. As in, she screamed her head off about minor infractions and punched walls. Luckily, she was barely around and I was never to be on the receiving end of her verbal storms. But I was on the perimeter of the action. And it wasn't pretty.
I also remember that one of the women who worked there claimed a ghost walked up to her in the mansion and whispered that there was buried treasure in the walls.
I had to get out of there.
I saved up my money from that job and took off for Chicago where Pekingese show dogs are scarce and the only ghost treasure around is $90 for an eight ball. That's what we call coke up here. Ghost treaure.
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